Aoba Office

My eyes saw through time and space, and I saw the soul emerging behind this three-dimensional human form.

Those souls are dressed in different costumes and stand side by side, making people seem to be looking at a long scroll of history.

"One thousand, two thousand years?" I guessed, "Or earlier...you came here."

He directed and staged supernatural events, leaving behind cursed items with mysterious legends, and then sold them many years later.

This is the interest of the ghost king in front of him.

And those legends and those who are obsessed with legends are the source of his power.

This is actually very scattered and thin power.

If there weren't people with abilities like Shouzi, or people with abilities like Ghost Whisper, the things he sold would have no supernatural power at all. Among the things he sells, there are even many fake products that are produced and sold by himself.

No, that's not the case.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the changing scenery in front of me.

I stood up suddenly and turned to look at the thin man.

All I saw was Slim Man’s soul chain, and I was still using Nangong Yao’s ability.

This caused me to temporarily lose my normal visual abilities.

But I still saw the fat figure appearing behind the thin man. Just the appearance, which was two circles larger than most chains, allowed me to confirm the identity of the other party.

I tried hard to control the power in my body and shouted, "Be careful!"

The black, white and gray colors receded like a tide. Before they receded, I saw black covering the fat store manager's chains, completely engulfing them.

Normal scenery appears in front of you.

I have moved forward.

The thin man also reacted to my reminder. He turned around and saw the fat store manager rushing towards him, and wanted to dodge to the side.

He stepped behind the shelf next to him.

The fat store manager did not have a flexible and vigorous body, and his movements were a bit slow in pursuit. The flesh on his belly and face jiggled. It seemed impossible to catch the thin man before I intercepted him.

I caught a glimpse of black in my peripheral vision and screamed inwardly. I turned to the side and saw on the shelf in front of the thin man, a blue hand model that looked like a plastic toy suddenly grabbed the thin man's head.

The thin man yelled, and the fingers pressing on his forehead almost pierced his head.

I didn't care about anything else and flew towards the fat store manager, my ability suddenly activated.

In less than a blink of an eye, the figure of the fat store manager disappeared, leaving not even a single piece of his clothes behind.

I fell to the ground, turned around and saw that the hand was still holding the thin man's head tightly.

Another rabbit specimen on the shelf suddenly came to life, staring at the thin man with red eyes, revealing its pair of rabbit teeth. It jumped on the thin man and bit through the thin man's clothes with its teeth.

My brain is very clear at this moment.

I know that even if I erase the existence of that hand and the rabbit, I can't kill the Ghost King.

The problem isn't the items, it's the Ghost King.

I pressed my hands on the ground, and power poured into the ground through my arms and palms.

The walls of the room turned black, and it was a visible yin energy that enveloped me and the thin man.

I saw the ghost king's revealed face.

"In vain..." The thin man shouted in shock.

"It's not Qi Bai!" I gritted my teeth and said, "It's not Qi Bai, and it's not the store manager. You have no face and no true body! You no longer look like you."

It is the Dream Weaver. It gave itself such a name, abandoned its original identity, and just kept constructing one supernatural story after another.

An angry look appeared on Qi Bai's face, and then turned into pure Yin Qi, roaring and charging towards me.

It does have no face, no fixed image, it is just a cloud of yin energy. But this cloud of yin energy is really too big. My ability works on this yin energy, like patiently and carefully peeling an onion layer by layer.

Nangong Yao's ability was activated, and I saw countless faces appearing and disappearing from the yin energy.

A person who is as obsessed with supernatural stories as Dream Weaver, the protagonist of the supernatural stories created by Dream Weaver, the people he killed, his guests, the witnesses of real supernatural events he found...

These people have left varying degrees of imprints on the Dream Weaver's Yin Qi.

It did not devour these souls. All it wanted now was the soul of Slender Man.

The Thin Man's abilities complement its abilities. The abilities of the two are actually similar. It's just that the Dream Weaver relies on Yin Qi to keep the items he collects supernatural. If it does not exert its own Yin Qi on those items, even if these items are really used when supernatural events occur, they may not leave the kind of curse, shelter and other effects. Real supernatural items are rare after all.

The thin man's ability has the same effect in this regard.

The ghost king's ability, the ability of the esper... God's ability!

This is originally from the same source!

That sight appeared again.

This time I didn't focus on that sight, I just tried my best to use my abilities.

The power poured into the Dream Weaver's Yin Qi, and those faces were erased.

Products were flying around on the shelves, but they all disappeared before they could touch me.

The rabbit and ghost hands on the thin man also disappeared.

He fell to his knees, covering the injured area, and looked at me nervously.

"It's over." I said softly.

No matter how powerful the Yin Qi is, Dream Weaver is just a ghost king without self.

I can feel its vulnerability.

Although it may think it is very powerful, even after I chased this second branch, I couldn't help but jump out.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—" A roar came from the Yin Qi.

I was startled and looked at the last piece of Yin Qi I had pinched.

He was a middle-aged man with messy hair and unshaven beard, and his eyes were gloomy and cloudy.

I felt the pull of my soul, and in the blink of an eye, I saw many fleeting images.

The few abilities left could not go any further, but another force was introduced into my body.

A black hole opened behind Dream Weaver, and countless hands stretched out and tore him into pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss—Brother Qi, is he dead?" The thin man came to my side.

I nodded and looked at the place covered by the thin man's hand, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay. No scratches." The thin man said, showing me his wounds.

In fact, the wounds were only caused by two layers of clothing, and even the thermal underwear was not bitten by the rabbit. As for the ghost hand, it left a few fingerprints on the thin man's forehead but did not crush his head.

"It seems, quite weak." The thin man touched the fingerprints on his head.

"Well, it's already weak." I sighed softly.

"What's wrong, Brother Qi?" The thin man asked me doubtfully, and suddenly looked at the two corpses on the ground, "Uh, this..."

"Hmm..." It's not that the corpse gave me a headache. There are more corpses upstairs in my house and inside Xu Tiancheng's house.

I didn't expect to resurrect these two people either.

The existence of the fat store manager has been completely erased by me, and it will be difficult to find him again. Resurrecting these two boys now involves a lot of troubles, no less than two more corpses.

I have no sympathy for them.

In fact, I now have no sympathy for anyone who has died.

I looked at my hands, saw the soul chains on my body, and thought of what I just saw.

Strohelmberg...this is the name and identity that the Dream Weaver abandoned.